Perhaps a few years later, when she has given birth to the child, and the child has grown up, they will have a chance to meet again; perhaps by then, each of them will have their own lives; or even if they meet again, it would be nothing more than a gentle smile exchanged, and then looking at each other.

They love each other, but are not suited to be together.

The love he wants is not the same as what she desires.

That night, Mabel Quinn hardly truly fell asleep, she remained in a state of half-sleep, half-awake, feeling his warmth, his breath.

Until Kyle Kinston moved the next morning, Mabel sensed it and opened her eyes.

"Did I wake you?" Kyle asked.

She shook her head.

"It’s still early, why don’t you sleep a bit more," he said.

"Are you leaving now?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied, then got out of bed, finished washing up, and picked up his clothes to get dressed.

Mabel watched from the side, and when he was about to tie his tie, she got out of bed and walked up to him saying, "Let me do it."

He looked at her with a slight smile, "Okay."

So she picked up the tie, wrapped it around his neck, and started tying it. She had learned to tie a tie from her father. It seemed she hadn’t tied a tie for Kyle in a long time.

At this moment, she deliberately executed every step, as if it were a solemn task. When she finished the tie, she stared at it, momentarily lost in thought.

"Take care of yourself here, wait for me to come back," Kyle said.

"Alright," she replied softly, but her heart knew she couldn’t wait for him to return to Falling City. Her gaze was fixed on his handsome face, and finally, she couldn’t help but lift her hand, gently touching his face.

This man... was the man she loved, and the father of the baby inside her.

Never had she imagined that one day, she would leave him like this.

"What’s wrong?" His hand pressed against hers, turning it into his cheek brushing against her palm, "If you keep touching me like this, I won’t want to leave. Smile for me, could you? I want to see you smile."

She lightly lifted the corners of her lips, a faint smile spreading across her face, and then she withdrew her hand, murmuring, "Kyle, goodbye."

He furrowed his brows slightly, just feeling his heart jump suddenly, as if warning him of something. Her expression at this moment, and the tone of her voice, gave him an indescribably strange feeling.

But on second thought, perhaps it was because they had only just reconciled, and he was suddenly leaving, that it felt this way. Realizing this, he couldn’t help but smile, amused at his own doubts and anxiety.

She has forgiven him, and last night she even suggested they sleep together, what is there to worry about?

After this mission at the border is over, he will spend more time with her, making her happy again, restoring their relationship to how it once was.

"Then goodbye, wait for me," he said, and bowed his head to plant a kiss on her forehead, before turning to walk out of the bedroom.

And she watched him from beginning to end, until his figure disappeared from her sight.

Their future... what will become of her and his future?